Nicole read the label on the medicine and frowned.
“Jules didn’t tell me the instructions properly, and I don’t remember the doctor’s contact. What’s the dosage of this?”
Nicole was clueless.
In the past, Clayton would portion the medicine and put it in a small container for Nicole so that it was easier for her to take it. Nicole did not have to worry about such things at all.
Thus, Nicole was a little overwhelmed when she had to do these.
Clayton sighed helplessly, walked over, and said, “Let me see.”
Nicole handed it to him.
Then, she went about her own business as if nothing was wrong.
Clayton read the instructions, took out a pen, and began to write on the box.
However, he was still worried after he wrote down the instructions.
Fortunately, the medicine was packaged in sealed vials. Thus, Clayton separated the vials one by one and split them into two doses a day.
Clayton remembered that they had a medicine box with dividers at home, but he did not want to look for it. However, Nicole had already gone to the study, and Mrs. Zoe was helping Chatty and Fischer pack up their toys.
He had no choice but to look for it by himself.
The medicine box was in the master bedroom.
Fortunately, it was under the cabinet at the door of the master bedroom, so he could take it out without stepping into the room.
Clayton walked over, opened the door, and picked up the medicine box. He was about to close the door and leave when he inadvertently saw the scattered bottles of medicine on the gray cabinet on the bedside table.
The labels were big, and he saw that they were for therapeutic use.
Clayton recognized what they were — sleeping pills.
Shock instantly overwhelmed his reason.
Clayton was startled, and his expression changed instantly.
It was such a large bottle of controlled drugs. However, with Nicole’s ability, it was not difficult for her to get her hands on it.
It was also not difficult for her to eat it.
The other bottles of medicine were for depression.
Clayton felt like he was standing in the snow. His body was frozen, trembling, and tense.
He had no feeling even if the sky was falling apart.
His chest heaved laboriously.
The pain in his leg was nothing compared to the unbearable pain in his heart.
Nicole could not sleep.
She was on sleeping pills and antidepressants.
She was seeing a psychiatrist.
Clayton thought Nicole was doing well.
She looked fine on the cruise.
At this moment, he felt like he was slapped in the face by his own presumptions.
He thought he was the only one who was in dire straits. He fell from his pedestal and became someone he was not proud of.
However, Nicole did not seem like she was doing much better than he was even though she was in the same place.
She refused to believe that he was dead when he was missing.
She waited for him day after day and could not sleep all night.
She must be so scared and helpless.
Nicole, who was so smart and rational, also could not escape fate.
How could such a bright person be depressed?
His eyes turned sore, and he felt as if a huge stone was crushing his spine.
Clayton felt powerless against fate countless times, but this was the first time he wanted to resist, explode, and scream.
Why was Nicole affected?
The pain was unbearable.
Mrs. Zoe came over at some point and said with a smile, “Are you going to wear these pajamas tonight, sir? I took it for dry cleaning before. Madam said that these are your favorite and told me to keep them aside.”
Mrs. Zoe said while she held Clayton’s gray silk pajamas.
Those were the pajamas he wore the day before they went for the hike and before the earthquake. Clayton had asked Mrs. Zoe to take them for dry cleaning.
It was a very ordinary day.
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